some silent spring

some silent spring
when everything is so quiet
only the piper down the field
can be heard,
we'll take the season
  at its word
i'll bring you willows
from the wood's edge
 we'll sit until
    quietly
waiting for the deer to come
into the clearing
for water.

only now and then
will we look skyward
to watch the wild geese
passing in formation overhead
a dozen skybound squadrons
returning north
going home
  beginning again
    starting all over.

and maybe we can start again
   ourselves.
maybe. with the help of spring.